I’m still on the school run at 64

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I haven’t yet been called my son’s grandfather — at least not to my face — but
I guess it’s just a matter of time. Right from Day 1 of his life, when I had
him in the palm of my hand and was walking the corridors of Chelsea and
Westminster Hospital, all stupid with pride and sleeplessness, I’ve been
bracing myself for that thing to happen; that dreadful, premature, grandad
moment.

I know that you’re as young as you feel, and all that, but you’re also as old
as you are.For me, the nagging certainty of time running out is now